Second chances - (1/1), NC17, SPN, MPREG
Title: Second Chances
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Pregnant!Dean, rimming/anilingus, very graphic and difficult birth, religious icons.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: Dean is shocked to find himself pregnant to Sam and struggles to find the balance between impending fatherhood and hunter until an tragic accident decides for him. It will be up to Sam to get his brother and unborn child through their ordeal safely.
A/N: This was a secret santa gift for toyatezuka for 2008's round. It didn't get done until 2009's round, but better late than never I suppose. Dean/Jensen mpreg. The birth is a must have. I would prefer it to be long, painful if possible. Lots of angst but please no disloyal, cheating or dishonest between the couple. Complicated & tough pregnancy with a really sick Dean or Jensen. I'm totally love a heart problem Dean or Jensen like those in faith. Would love that! if you're interested.
Conception
“Come on baby, I want to feel you.” Dean arched up rubbing his sweat slick body against Sam’s hard muscular abs.
“Come on, don’t make me beg.”
Sam chuckled before leaning in to nip at a peaked nipple, eliciting a hiss from the squirming body beneath him. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you. Just you lay back and enjoy; this one’s on me.”
“Ooooh, Sammy, you know I love it when you take charge.”
Sam smirked before pinning Dean’s hands to the bed above his head, and then leaned in slowly to suckle gently at the pulse point on the glistening neck.
Slowly he wound his way across his chest, paying particular attention to the red ridged nipples. Sam smiled as a low deep moan escaped from Dean. Encouraged by the eager sounds, he plunged down lavishing his attention on Dean’s chiselled abs, taking great care to lighten his touch to a feathery breath and gentle kisses as he wound down the treasure trail. Dean’s low moan turned to a keening whine as Sam blew his heated breath over Dean’s bobbing cock. He gave the tip a teasing swipe as he moved down to mouth at his balls, gently taking each one in turn into his warm wet mouth. Slowly he swirled his tongue around their form before dropping them, to move eagerly to his intended target. A gentle kiss and nip of teeth to each inner thigh had Dean’s legs spread as wide as they would go, which gave Sam clear access to the puckered clenching hole he so desired.
A heated cry echoed around the room as Sam pushed his tongue deep into the musky hole. Sam took his time to loosen the ridged muscle. He groped his hand around the bed until he came upon the greasy lube lying on the bed. He made quick work of greasing up his fingers, all the while making overt moans of pleasure at the slick sounds his fingers were making.
“Damn, Sammy, you missed you’re calling. You could’ve made a mint as a porn star. You’re gonna get me there with your noises.” Dean squirmed on the bed, reaching his hand down towards his angry red bobbing cock.
A harsh slap sounded sharp in the room. “No touching my play things. I don’t like to share my toys. You of all people should know that Dean.”
Dean’s body visibly shivered. “Uhhhh, god I hate you!”
Sam laughed. “You’re all mine now baby, all mine.”
A low growl emanated from Dean. “Show me!”
“My pleasure!”
2 months
Sam slowly blinked his eyes open, not quite sure what had woken him. Suddenly loud gagging and heaving sounds came through from the closed bathroom door.
“Dean…hey, are you ok?”
A loud groan followed by spitting gave Sam his answer. “I’ll get you the Pepto Bismol”. His only answer was the distinct sound of more stomach contents empting themselves into the toilet.
2 ½ months
“Dude enough is enough. You’ve been sick like this for weeks. There has got to be something more wrong than just a stomach bug. I mean come on, yesterday you took a header into the carpet after standing up too fast from your bed. This could be really serious Dean.” Sam looked down at his hands before looking up at his brother, his eyes almost liquid. “You’re starting to scare me man. I’m really worried about you.”
“Oh come on Sam, don’t use the puppy power stare eyes on me. That’s totally not fair!” Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, I told you, I’m fine, just a tummy bug. You’ll see, I’ll be better in no time.”
“Dean, you said that last week and the week before. I really think you should get checked out. I mean given the shit we deal with, who the hell knows what you might have picked up.”
“What’s the point, if I have picked something up from the shit we deal with, it’s not like a doctor’s going to be able to do anything about it.” Dean sighed as he slapped his hands down against his thighs.
“Yeah I know; that’s why I’ve asked Bobby to find us one that will know what we’re dealing with. He said we should get our asses down his way ASAP. He said he’s got someone lined up for Monday.”
“Dammit Sam, I don’t want to go see no witch doctor. They freak me the hell out!”
Sam smiled, “its fine Dean, Bobby says he’s known this guy for years and that he used to be a hunter before he stopped to finish Med School in his 40’s. He says he would trust him with his life. Actually he said he has on quite a few occasions.”
Sam’s smile turned to a smirk as he heard his brother cursing him under his breath,
“Fine, if it means that much to the both of you, I’ll get checked out by this quack, but don’t blame me when it turns out to be nothing ok.”
3 months
“So, do you consider being knocked up nothing, or do you concede that I was right to push you to come?
Dean? Hey…Dean...shit…Bobby!” Sam dropped to his knees beside his suddenly horizontal brother.
“What’s all the commotion…bloody hell…Doc!” Bobby yelled over his shoulder from the doorway as he race in to see what all the commotion was.
“Imnotgirl” Dean mumbled as his head rocked from side to side on a loose neck.
“What? Hey! Dean! You with us?” Sam gently hefted Dean up into his arms and rest his head on his shoulder as he ducked in behind his limp body.
“notagirl.” Came out as an exhale as Dean relaxed back into Sam.
“Hey, come on man, you’re scaring me here.” Sam patted his face while pulling him further into his chest.
“I sashid I’m nnooot a gul.” Dean mumbled out as his eyelids battled with gravity to stay open for more than a fraction of a second.
“What? You’re not a gull? I don’t understand.” Sam stroked his hand down Dean's clammy skin, wiping away the cold sweat that had broken out across his brow.
“Here put this under his nose.”
Sam grabbed the proffered glass bottle from the hunched little man that Bobby assured them was the ‘best damn supernatural Doctor around’. Sam held in under Dean’s nose for a second before he and Dean both toppled over backwards from the sharp blow Sam received to his jaw as Dean reacted violently to the strong smelling salts.
“Ow, Dean, take it easy.” Sam rubbed at his aching jaw and then the crown of his brother head.
“Uhhh, god, I think, uhhh, Sam, I, I’m, I’m gonna…” Dean weakly pushed at Sam's restraining hands.
Before Sam could react to Dean obvious distress and scramble clear, Dean had heaved his lunch all over his and Sam’s boots.
“Ahhhh, man, that’s just gross.” Sam's face scrunched up in distaste at the sharp acidic odour rising from his sticky boots and legs.
“I’m sorry Sammy, I tried, I…”
“No, it’s ok Dean, it’s been a rough morning for you. It will wash out…eventually.”
“Awww, Sam, what the hell are we going to do now? This is just freakin’ ridiculous. I can’t be knocked up, I mean, one, I’m a man, two, I don’t know what the hell two is, but this is just fucked up.”
Sam chuckled, “yeah, but Dean, when are our lives not fucked up? In the scheme of our lives this is only just outside the range of normal!”
Dean looked up into Sam’s eyes and both men started to laugh uproariously.
“Yeah, I suppose, compared to coming back from Hell and being on a mission from God to stop the apocalypse, this will just be a walk in the park!”
Both boys missed the incredulous stares they received from the two men in the door way as they both gave into their laughter completely.
4 months
“Dean you can’t be serious.” Sam growled as he jumped up from his chair stand in front of his pacing Brother.
“Deadly!” Dean yelled in his face as he ducked around his shoulder to grab the pre made salt cartridges for the shotgun.
“Yeah, that’s totally my point Dean. You could get yourself killed, or at the very least harm our child.” Sam grabbed at his shoulder to pull around again to face him.
“Oh come on, don’t pull that one on me. You know damn well I wouldn’t do this if I thought it could jeopardise the baby.” Dean refused to meet Sam eyes and pushed his hand away as he stalked off towards their bedroom.
“No Dean, I don’t know that. You are being reckless and stupid. You can’t keep putting yourself at risk like this. You’ve got more ridding on this than just you now.” Sam raised his voice to reach Dean who was now in the bedroom stuffing random clothes into his and Sam duffles.
“You don’t think I don’t know that, or think about that?” Dean said as he came back into the doorway of their bedroom.
“Of course I do, I think about it every minute of every god damn day Sam! I know that I won’t get a second chance at this, that what I have been given is more important than my own life, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop living. I could just as easily get run over by a bus tomorrow as likely as getting hurt on a simple salt and burn. Sam, we could do this one in our sleep. I promise you, I would never do anything that I thought would risk our baby’s life, ok? You need to trust me.” Dean meet Sam’s eyes at last as he finished, pleading with him with his softened eyes.
Sam walked over in front of his brother and leaned into Dean with his hands braced on either side of his slightly swollen belly. “But why risk it at all, I mean why don’t we tell Bobby. I’m sure he could find someone to take care of it and I’m sure he would be more than happy to if he knew it meant you wouldn’t be putting yourself in harms way.”
Dean pushed himself away from his brother, breaking their contact, “Dammit Sam, no! I’m doing this, with or without your help. It’s your call if you make me do this alone.”
Sam threw his hand up into the air and ran his right hand front to back through his hair. “Argh, fine, you stubborn jerk, but if something happens…?”
Dean turned once more to face him and locked eyes with him, “It will be fine, I promise you.”
In an abandoned warehouse 5 mile out of town
“DEAN!” Sam scrambled over the scatter debris that lay in his path to his brother who was laying sprawled across the floor where the jolt of electricity had thrown him.
“Oh my god, Dean, what have you done?”
Sam dropped to his knees beside Dean and reached out to brush back the hair from his brow.
Swiping at his cascading tears, Sam scoped his brother’s limp form into his arms and made a stumbling run to the Impala.
“Oh God, Dean, please, please, just hang on for me.” He said as he pulled him closer to his chest.
Sam scrambled frantically for the door handle of the Impala as he struggled to maintain a hold on Dean’s dead weight.
“Come, on, come on, open dammit. Ahh, shit, hang on Dean, I’ve got you.” More tears slipped down his face as he looked down into his brother’s slack pale grey face.
“Please, be ok, please. You gotta be ok, you hear me you son of bitch, you got to hang on for me.”
After gently depositing Dean into the rear of the Impala and taking a brief second to stroke his hand down Dean’s slack features and rub a soothing palm of the small swell of his belly, Sam raced round to the driver’s seat. He dived across it to grab his phone, madly scrolling through his contacts til he came to Bobby.
His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for the phone to pick up.
“Come on, come on, come on, com…BOBBY!” Sam blasted into the phone as he heard the other end finally connect
“Sam, is that you? What’s wrong boy?” Bobby’s anxiety at Sam’s obvious distress evident in his voice.
“It’s Dean. Bobby, he’s been electrocuted!”
At the Doctor’s home Clinic
“Sam, I hate to be the bearer of bad news son, but I really can’t tell you if he will be ok or not. Only time will tell with this one. There is definitely some damage to the heart, but not fatal. As for the extent, well, I’m hopeful that the muscle hasn’t completely atrophied and that there will be some room from improvement in his condition once the babe is birthed.”
“But, what about the baby, I mean surely it was affected too?”
“Electrocution in pregnancy is a tricky thing. It really depends where the current travelled. In this case luckier for the baby the current seems to have travelled from one palm to the other, crossing the heart in the process. He is just very luck that you were able to cut the current so quickly. It only had a small amount of time to cause damage. Though as you can see, it was more than enough.”
“But…ah…sorry.” Sam wiped at his tears, ducking his head to his sleeve in an attempt to stem the flow.
“It’s alright lad, you’ve had quite a bit to take in. No reason to be ashamed. Now, even though I said that things are looking good for your baby that is not to say that there isn’t still a high risk that the pregnancy will abort. It is not uncommon for events like these to cause spontaneous abortion, days and sometimes weeks after the event. As I said most of it depends on where the current travelled and what damage it did to the foetus. I’m sorry lad; I really am; I just don’t want to give you false hope. I am hopeful, but I can’t be sure for sometime yet. When I did the ultrasound, the baby appeared to have good movements and her heartbeat was in the normal range, all of which is a good…”
“Excuse me, did you say her?” Sam’s head shot up to stare at the doctor.
“What, oh, yes, the baby is a girl.” The doctor clapped his hand down onto Sam’s shoulder as he gave him the news.
“A girl, a little baby girl. I, I, ahh, can I go see him now?” Sam sniffed and wiped at his treacherous eyes.
“Oh, yes, of course. Here, follow me.”
All of his breath left him as he gazed on the prone figure huddled on the bed. Dean looked small and fragile bundled up amongst the blankets covering him. Dean’s skin was ghost pale against the dark grey sheets covering the old hospital issue bed. Leads snaked out from the top of the covering sheets, leading off to a silent monitor that showed irregular peaks and ridges scrolling across the screen.
Sam’s tears welled up once more and his throat clamped down so that he felt like he couldn’t breathe. A hard calloused palm gripped at the back of his neck and pulled him into the plaid covered shoulder that gave off the comforting familiar scent of old parchment, grease and sweat. Unable to contain his fear and anxiety any longer, Sam break down and sobbed into the offered shoulder.
“What am I supposed to do Bobby? I can’t do it without him again, I just can’t.” Sam sobbed even harder as he felt his oldest friend encircle him into a firm embrace.
“We just have to hang in there kiddo and hope for the best. That brother of yours is a fighter, always has been. He ain’t gonna let a little thing like electricity get in the road of his family and happiness. You have faith him and he won’t let you down.” Bobby’s gruff voice hitched at low points giving away his own distress at his surrogate son’s current condition.
Sam pulled back and wiped at his streaming face and swallowed down the fear that was threatening to choke him.
“Ok. If he’s going to fight it, then I’m gonna be there all the way through for him.” Bobby swallowed hard and nodded his agreement.
A small smile pulled at Sam’s lips, “Hey Bobby, did Doc tell you? We’re having a girl. Dean’s gonna have his little princess.”
Bobby slyly wiped at the few stray tears that were snaking down into his beard before chuckling out loud at Sam’s words.
“Ha, that boy's is so going to be wrapped around her little finger the minute she's born.”
Sam smile sadly over his shoulder at his silent Brother. “Yeah, I can just see all the mischief those two are going to get themselves into already.”
Bobby gently placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezed. “You three have a long road ahead of you, but if any family can get through this, then it’s yours.”
“Thanks Bobby.” Sam smiled at him and took a deep breath as the enormity of their predicament overwhelmed him once more. Swallowing hard to rain in his tears, Sam turned to his good friend as his face twisted with grief and pain. “Thanks for always being there when we need you. I…ah…I’m just gonna sit with him for a while if that’s ok.”
Bobby ducked his head in acknowledgement and with a voice raw with tears, “Sure, boy, of course, I”ll…ah…I’ll just be out here with the Doc if you need me.”
Sam smiled at him through fresh tears as Bobby turned and left him alone with his silent and deathly still Brother. Sam slumped down into the padded chair beside the bed and clasp the pale limp hand that lay before him into his own.
“Dean...please...” Sam's control broke once more as he look down at his brothers slow rising chest and distended stomach and sobs wracked his frame as he leant down and rested his cheek again the swell of belly that keep his little girl safe and sound.
It wasn't long before sleep claimed him and it was only and hour later that Bobby crept in and lay a blanket over his shoulders before turning off the over head light and leaving the two brothers to their slumber.
5 months
It was weeks before Dean was able to stay awake for longer than a half hour at a time, but slowly but surely he seemed to be improving. Dean was frustrated beyond belief and everyone around him was having to live through his frustration with him, but given the alternative, everyone was more than willing to put up with a bitchy Dean.
Doc Regan had invited Sam to come and stay with him in his unit above his clinic while Dean was recovering and given that Sam had not left Dean's side for more than a toilet break since it happened, Sam had been more than happy to accept the kind offer. Dean was at a point now where he was often able to share the evening meal with Sam and Doc. Sometimes the flight of stairs was just too much for him to manage and on those nights Sam would have a picnic dinner with him in the clinic and then camp out in the cot made up in Dean's room especially for just such occasions. It seemed that with every two or three steps forward Dean would make, he would take a step or two back. Everyone was fearful of what the long term effects of the damage to his heart was going to be and while Dean was pregnant they couldn't risk taking him to see heart specialists. At this point they were down to supernatural means or prayer and given their current popularity with the Angel crowd, everyone was more inclined to believe in a supernatural cure first.
The only truly positive note in all of it was that it seem so far that little girl was doing very well. Doc Regan had been keeping an almost constant monitor of her heartbeat while Dean was still mainly bedridden and so far all signs pointed to her having come through the electrocution unscathed. A month on from the incident Doc Regan was quietly confident that the little girl that had already stolen the hearts of the tough and proud Winchester men was going to be just fine.
As per their new routine Sam came down first thing in the morning to help Dean get freshened up and ready for his day. As he turned and entered the private room annexed off the main clinic Sam's heart jumped into triple beat when he realised Dean wasn't on his bed.
“DEAN!” Sam ran into the room frantically looking around the floor for his Brother.
A sleep rumpled head of hair peeked around the corner of the ensuite bathroom.
“Hey Sammy, what's got your knickers in a twist?” Dean croaked as he leaned heavily on the door frame of the bathroom.
“WHAT THE HELL?! Dean, what are you trying to do, give me a freakin' heart attack.” Sam rushed over to his Dean's side and gripped his elbows for support.
Dean face contorted into a sad parody of a smile and laughed, “Hey, then we could be twins, lame and lamer.”
Dean's laugh cut off sharply and a grimace crossed his pale worn face as he shrugged off Sam's help.
“Stop it! Just stop grabbing at me all the time, McGrabby hands. I've got it.” Dean rubbed a slow circle over his small mound of a belly and slowly waddled his way back to his bed.
Sam sighed heavily and moved back to the side of Dean's bed and stood ready to help him if he faltered.
“Sam!” Dean growled as he inched his way back onto the bed, hissing in a sharp breath as he pulled his legs up onto the bed.
Sam jumped forward to help him only to be cut off.
“Stop fussing.” Dean glared at his brother and sighed heavily as he leaned back into the soft support of the raised bed.
“Dean, you can't push yourself too...” Sam leaned in and started to pull the blankets back up over him.
Dean literally growled as he pushed forward and knocked away Sam's helping hands.
“JUST STOP!” Dean gasped in heaving breathes after his shout as if all his energy had left him.
“Just stop,...please.” Dean's voice crackled even though it was barely above a whisper. When he looked up to meet Sam shocked gaze his eyes were suspiciously moist.
Dean bit down hard on his lower lip and his face crumpled as his made an obvious attempt to rein in his emotions.
“Sam, I'm...I'm sorry, ok. Just...can you not...dammit!” Dean voice hitched in his chest and tears began to slip down his face.
Sam sat down on the side of the bed facing him and leaned in to cradle his brother's hand in his palms.
“Dean, it's ok. I know your frustrated and angry and you don't like needing my help, but please, you've got to think about this little one too.” Sam reached down to caresses Dean distended abdomen and he lean in further and rest his forehead on Dean's.
“I know, I'm sorry. It's just...” Dean wiped at his face and closed his eyes as Sam felt him lean in further.
Sam gently pulled him into his arms and pressed his lips to Dean hair as he turned his head into Sam's shoulder.
“It's gonna be ok. I promise you, it will all be ok. I'm gonna make it ok.” Sam stroked his palm in circles over Dean's back
“Sam...”
Sam hugged his brother tighter as he felt him try to pull away from him.
“Don't worry about it Dean. It's gonna be ok, I promise you and her, I'm not going to lose either of you and that's final.”
“Sam, what are you gonna do?” Dean pushed himself away from him and gripped onto his chin.
Sam smiled down into his brother's anxious face.
“Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and everything will be back to normal soon.”
“Sam, please, don't..”
“Shhhh, it's ok, I promise. Everyone will be fine, including me, so don't worry yourself about it. It's really no good for you or the baby. So just let me take care of this and you for a change, ok?” Sam stroked his thumb under Dean leaking eyes smiled reassuringly at him before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.
Dean broke the kiss first panting heavily as he leaned once more on Sam's forehead. “You promise you won't do anything stupid?” Dean looked into his eyes beseechingly.
Sam smiled warmly at him and stroked soothing circles into Dean's belly. “I promise I won't to anything to put my family in jeopardy. Do you believe me?”
Dean groaned and leaned into kiss him, his tongue probing until Sam gave him free access. Sam moaned his pleasure at the fire the kiss was awakening in his groin.
“Huuuuhhh, Dean, stop. You know what Doc said, not yet, you're not ready yet.” Sam reluctantly pushed him away and licked slowly at his still tingling lips. Sam chuckled to himself as he looked up to see a goofy blizted out smile spread across Dean face as he palmed at his obvious bulge under his belly.
“Maybe my hearts' not quite up to it, but something else is definitely up to it!” A low groan came from Dean as he lay back and rubbed vigorously at his tented pants.
Sam laughed out loud and smacked at Dean's pumping hand.
“Stop it, before I can't help but do something that we'll both end up regretting.” Sam groaned as he stood up from the bed.
“Come on, let's get you mind occupied with other things and rustle you up some breakfast.”
Dean groaned and then glared at him. “Fine, but don't blame me when I die from semen poisoning.”
Sam laughed out loud and leant in once more to plant a chaste kiss on his Brother's cheek. “Don't worry, I've made sure that you aren't the only one who misses out. I'm waiting until we can help each other out so you might not be the only one that dies from that particular poisoning.”
Dean chuckled with a smirk on his face. “Aww, Sammy you really do love me.”
“Of course I do you big lug, now shut up and let me go up and get you some breakfast. No misbehaving while I'm gone.” Sam's brow furrowed as he glared at his Brother.
Dean flapped his hands up from where they were resting on his thighs. “Alright already, no touchy, I get it. Get and go fetch my breakfast, bitch.”
Sam just shook his head as he left the room and chuckled to himself as he made his way back up the stair to the Doc's well stocked kitchen. How Dean was every going to survive not being able to get his rocks off for a few more months Sam was never going to know!
6 months
Sam had spent every second he possibly could researching Bobby's dusty tombs for a cure to Dean's predicament. Bobby had been a great help too, but nothing that they found was helpful or possible without delving to really dark stuff and given the year they had been through Dean and Sam weren't ready to travel done that road again. The obvious answer was a crossroads demon, but Dean wasn't having a bar of it and really if Sam was honest with himself he would never want to put Dean in the situation that he himself had been in when Dean's deal came due. There had to be another way. Sam started to look further into the Angel's side of the fence and it was then that an idea started to form.
With a young child of their own, there was absolutely no way on this earth that either Sam or Dean would say yes to Lucifer or Michael. Even if Lucifer offered to heal Dean in exchange, the ensuing war that would ravage the earth was not a place that Sam would wish his child to live in. Not that the apocalypse was a bed of roses, but it was a damn sight better than the future that Dean had been taken to see. No nothing that they could offer would make either of them say yes now, so in some ways that gave Sam an advantage. There was one Angel who may be swayed to come back into the game to clean up the family's mess if he realised that there truly was no other way it could go now.
Sam needed to make a call to one tricky Archangel.
~~~~~
Surprisingly it didn't take Sam long to find Gabriel in the end. He suspected that Gabriel wanted to be found.
Sam crept up the side of the suburban house. He was a little surprised to find the Archangel with a twisted sense of humor here. Though he suspected that it was Gabriel's need to see families in action that lead him to settle in this location. Sam knew first hand that even families that looked functional and happy on the outside often harboured deep resentment and hurt behind closed door. A nice house in the suburbs wasn't what made a family work.
Sam brought himself back to the present as he moved up the porch to the back door of the house. As he picked the lock he felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of his neck almost as if someone was behind him. Too late he turn to see the arm of a dark figure come down to collide with his head in a blinding spike of white stars which were quickly engulfed by all consuming black.
Sam woke minutes later to tied hands and feet. Surrounding him was the most apple pie family room décor that Sam had ever seen. Cutesy knick-knacks covered every available surface and happy snaps covered every wall. Sam turned his head sharply and swallowed down the resulting nausea as he heard movement in the adjoining kitchen.
“Well, well, well, what brings the illustrious Sam Winchester to my humble abode? Business or Pleasure?” A cruel smirk slowly spread across the Archangel's face.
“You know why I'm here.” Sam accused with a sneer as he tried to get free from his bonds.
“Yes, I do, but it still doesn't really explain why you bothered to come all this way. Surely you had to know that I was just going to laugh in your face? Why on earth would I want to help you or your Brother?” Gabriel raised his eyebrows in question.
“I don't pretend to think that you do, but I know that you want an end to this stalemate between your Brothers.” Sam winced as the ropes chafed welts into his wrists as he vainly tried to free himself.
“True, but what's that got to do with you and Mummy chuckle head?” He nodded at Sam, casually pushing Sam back into the wall with an unseen force.
Sam groaned and gritted through clenched teeth, “Someone had to give Dean the ability to get pregnant in the first place. Who would be powerful enough to do that? You, one of the other Archangels? But what would it have gained them?” Sam smirked as a puzzled frown clouded the Archangel's face.
“Nothing, but a reason for Dean and I not to say yes, which goes completely against what they want. No I think it was someone else even more powerful than you or your Brothers...”
Gabriel moved in closer, crouching down in front of Sam to stare into his eyes, “But there isn't anyone else...oh...well...I never really thought it through to that conclusion before.” Gabriel blinked and pursed his lips in thought as he stood back up to pace in front of Sam.
“Not that I think your right as I'm pretty sure Daddy dearest has left the building, so to speak. Why else would he let his errant son get away with running off and not playing by the family rules?” Gabriel taunted as he spun back around to pin Sam with a heated stare.
“Because, I believed that in the end you would make the right choice and pick your family over your own selfish needs.”
A blinding light slowly faded from the doorway of the kitchen to reveal a man of medium height and nondescript brown hair leaning on the door frame with his hands clasp behind his back.
“Father!” Gabriel spun to face the new figure a warring look of shock and devotion marking his features.
“Gabriel. I'm very disappointed in you. I always thought out of all my celestial children you were the one with the most sensible outlook on things. Clearly I was in error.” The man who it appeared was housing the holy host of heaven spoke with a soft lilting voice that sent both shivers of fear and exultation down Sam's spine.
“Father, I...” Gabriel's voice broke as he took a few faltering steps towards his Father.
“It's alright, I forgive you and on some levels I understand. It's never easy to stand back and watch your family squabble over, in the end, meaningless things. Your Brother understands that too well Samuel Winchester.” The man held up his hand to Gabriel and sent a searching look over at Sam. His heavy gaze pinned him back to the wall, with no need for any indirect force to hold him there.
“Yes, uh, Sir, that he does.” Sam bowed his head to his chest as guilt washed over him at the man's words.
“I listened you know, when you prayed to me.”
Sam's head shot up with the words.
“I couldn't directly help you, but I did listen so I know in your heart you are a good person Samuel. Misguided and arrogant, but good.”
Sam swallowed heavily as the man smiled warmly at him.
“It's for that reason that I was willing to overlook some of the natural laws that you and your Brother procreating violated.” He looked down at his feet as he said it and looked up with a smirk curling his lips as he continued.
Sam blushed to his roots at the implied acts being discuss by the Father of man.
“In other lives, you weren't related or even of the same sex, so I can over look the violations in this life for the outcome it will have for the world.” Once again the warm smile washed over Sam as he look around frantically at anything but the humble man standing in front of him.
“But Father, surely you aren't condoning their union and the abomon...” Gabriel face screwed up in distaste as he looked between the two men.
“Careful Gabriel, that's one of my creations you are about to insult. I would think that thought through before you say any more.” The piercing glare that passed between Father and Son stopped any further protest before it could begin.
“Yes Father. I just don't understand.” Gabriel bowed his head in submission as the other man walked forward and place his hand on his shoulder.
“It is simple my child. Sam and Dean were destined to be the vessels for my Angel children, one the misguided and arrogant child. The other the steadfast and loyal child always ready to defend the family's position and honour. The only flaw in this plan is that these wonderful creations of mine have free will. The ability to choose their own path and ultimately circumvent the destruction of this beautiful world.” The man paused in his speech and gestured toward Sam.
“You see, Samuel here is the perfect vessel, he followed his destiny perfectly.”
Sam went to open his mouth in protest and the man turned his palm up to stop him.
“It's not meant to be an insult to you Samuel, it is a very rare man that can change what has been destined for him.” The man dropped his hand from Gabriel's shoulder and walked over to him and crouched before him.
“Your Brother is one such man. Flawed and imperfect in many ways, he appears on the surface a shallow and conceited man, but really that is just the front that he presents to the unfriendly world.”
With a small gesture of his hand Sam felt the bonds that were securing him drop away. He slowly stretched his aching hands and arms as the man continued.
“You have seen the real man that your Brother hides behind the mask of indifference and humour.” He said as he stood and turned back towards Gabriel.
“So have you my son and you know that you must help him to fulfil his role and in so doing allow you to face up to what you must do for your own.”
Confusion warred with stubbornness as he looked back towards his Father, “But Father, what role could I possibly play in all of this madness?”
A gentle hand was was raised to rest on Gabriel's cheek.
“You must play the role of reason and show your Brothers that this senseless war upon one another is for nought. You must stand up to your family and show them what they are doing to each other in their own selfish crusades for what they believe is right is slowly killing each of them.” A soft sigh left the man as he dropped his hand back to his side.
“But Father, there is no way that Lucifer will stop his insane pursuit for what he believes to be his right.”
“I know my son, all I need you to do is reason with your other Brother's and get them to once again believe in me and the sacrosanct position that I placed them in to watch over my creations. I will deal with Lucifer. As much as it saddens me, I fear that time has twisted his soul too far for redemption to be an option available to us now.” The man squeezed Gabriel's shoulder and they both bowed their heads with the heavy declaration.
“Father, I don't know if I can measure up to this heavy burden that you have placed on me.” Gabriel shook his head as he looked up into his Father's eyes.
“Son, that is the purpose of a perceived burden, to stretch us and shape us into who we need to be. Isn't that right young Mr Winchester?”
Sam shot his head up at the question and with a grim set of his jaw held the man's powerful gaze.
“Yes, Sir, it is.”
The man turned his gaze back to Gabriel, “Your task is set my son. Go forth and make me proud of my celestial family.”
“I will try Father.” Gabriel visibly straightened as he nodded his agreement.
“That is all that I can ask.”
Sam had to shield his eyes as the man vanished in a flash of blinding white light
Gabriel spun to face Sam once more, “well that's not something you see everyday now is it bucko? Hold on tight little buddy and I'll have you back with your budding family in no time.”
Sam pushed himself up against the wall and steeled himself for whatever Gabriel had planned.
“Now, you boys are getting one hell of a second chance so you damn well better do the right thing. My Dad believes in you two chuckle heads so that has to count for something. Don't go making all my hard work for nothing. My bros didn't get their fearsome reps for nothin'.”
Sam smile his first genuine smile for a while.
“We'll use it wisely I promise.”
Gabriel nodded and then held his fingers out ready to clink them, “Hey, now, you know that Gabriel makes a nice girls name these days. Just saying.”
Before Sam got to say a word he heard a click of fingers and suddenly he was back at the clinic in Dean's room.
“Holy Shit, Sam, you scared the crap out of me man, what the hell?” Dean panted as he wiped his palm down his face.
“How do you feel Dean?” Sam grabbed his shoulders as he sat on his bed next to him and stared intently into his eyes.
“What? Umm, well, now you mention it, pretty bloody good actually. The best I've felt in months.” Dean pushed Sam's hands down and scrambled back up the bed.
“What did you do? What did you do Sam?” Dean's face was pinched with fear.
Sam lean in and pulled Dean back toward him, “hey, hey, it's ok. You're never gonna believe me, but seriously, it ok. No bad mojo or anything. I just...I just went to Gabriel to ask for help.”
“YOU DID WHAT! Sam are you nuts?” Dean exploded of the bed, swatting at trailing leads as he went.
“Dean, Dean, honestly it's ok. He's fixed you and all we have to do it not say yes.” Sam smiled up into Dean's disbelieving eyes.
“What? That's it? But, I thought he wanted us to say yes, so it could all be over?” Dean sank back down onto his bed that had been his prison for the last 2 months.
“Yeah, he did, but his Dad set him straight and made him promise to stand up to his family.” Sam beamed at his revelation.
“Huh, his Dad...do you mean...?” Dean's mouth hung open as he waited for confirmation to his guess.
“Yeah, umm...I kind of meet God today and he was pretty nice and understanding.” Sam blushed and looked down at his hands.
“Understanding? Oh, oh...OH, no shit! So he's all like kosher with the incest and stuff.”
“Well, kosher's probably not the word for it, but yeah, he understands and is willing to...umm, look the other way on this one so to speak.” Sam shrugged and smiled at his Brothers dazed expression.
“Huh, well there you go, so...uh...so does that mean...?” Dean's voice faltered as he dropped his hands to cup and then rub soft circles over his distended belly.
“Yeah, Dean, she's safe and will be just fine.” Sam smiled once more at the hopeful look that Dean directed at him.
“Oh and we have a suggestion for a name.”
“Oh yeah, what's that?” Dean's face creased in puzzlement.
“Gabriel!” Sam grinned as his Brother's face broke into a soft smile.
“Gabriel, yeah, I kind of like that. We could call her Gabby for short.”
Sam leaned forward and embraced his Brother.
“Yeah, I like it to. Gabby it is.”
7 to 9 months
Life returned to normal for the Winchesters, well as normal as life could be with the impending arrival of their daughter.
Dean had gotten bigger and more irritable as the months progressed. Though every time that Dean bemoaned his condition too much Sam reminded him of just how luck they really were. Dean would continue to grumble but never about actually being pregnant, more about what it did to him!
Sam and Dean moved in with Bobby as a way to help him out and give Dean a stable base that wasn't likely to draw too much attention to him. It also meant that on the good days when he was feeling up to it he could play around with the wrecks and keep himself out of trouble.
The other thing that was able to return to normal was their sex life. Dean was insatiable initially, but as his girth increase his libido slowly dropped. In the last few weeks he was less inclined to want to be touched by any one let alone let Sam come near him with his baby making pole. Sam took it good naturedly and was just happy that Dean and his little girl were ok. He was still very apprehensive about the impending birth and he was sure that some of the irritability that Dean had been showing everyone in the last few weeks was mainly due to his fear about what was going to happen to him. Doc Regan had tried to alleviate his fears but given that Dean refused to admit that he even was fearful, it went on deaf ears. All Sam hoped was that everything went well and that both Dean and Gabby came out of it ok. Surely God won't give them this second chance only to take it away at the last minute.
Labor
The day started out like any other for Dean. The arduous task of getting out of bed and relieving himself was just as arduous as always, but today he had annoying muscle spasms running down his back and thighs to go with it.
Groaning at the flare of pain circling from his back to run down his inner thighs, Dean tried to arch his back as he braced it with his palms only to drop his hands to his thighs as the pain gripped him harder stealing his breath away. Slowly the pain ebbed away leaving him panting, sweaty and dizzy. Not wanting to wake Sam he slowly made his way out of their shared bedroom down the hallway to the living area, propping himself against the wall as the annoying spasms gripped his back and thighs as he went.
Another 3 hours passed with Dean, pacing around the living area and panting through each contraction. Just as Dean was getting anxious and beginning to think that he should let someone know what was happening, Bobby came down on his way to the kitchen for his morning brew.
“Hey Dean, what are you doing up so early, you piss the bed or something?” Bobby chuckled at his own humour as he continued on into the kitchen.
Totally ignoring Bobby’s comment Dean groaned as a particularly sharp contraction gripped his back and leeched down into his thighs, “Aaahhh, bloody hell, I hope this doesn’t take for ever, this labour gig sucks out loud.”
Suddenly Bobby’s head popped around the corner of the kitchen doorway, “did you say labour!?”
Dean straightened slowly and kneaded his knuckled fists into the tight muscles of his lower back as the pain receded, “yeah, it sucks, definitely don’t recommend it.”
Bobby flew into the room and paced a small frantic circle around Dean. “Shit, well, umm, I’ll go boil some water and get the towels ready.”
Dean stared at his long time friend in confusion, “What? What the hell will we need that for?”
Bobby stopped his pacing to stare at Dean with a dazed expression. “You know, I have no idea, but isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when someone is gonna birth a baby?”
Dean glared at Bobby and hissed out his reply through clenched teeth as he leaned down with his hands on his thighs as another pain gripped him. “I have no frickin' clue and I don’t really care, just stop freaking out and help me over to the damn couch.”
Delivery
“Please Sammy make it stop. Make it stop!”
Sam wiped the sweat and tears from Dean’s face, not sure if some of the tears he was wiping away were his own mingled with his straining brothers. Two days Dean had been labouring to birth their little girl. Doc Regan had assured them time and time again that she and Dean were doing ok, even though it was taking so long. Now that the end was in sight Sam really hoped he was right as there was no way that either of them could face it if something went wrong after all this.
Dean‘s hand clawed into his over shirt, pulling him down into his face. “Sammy…please…just cut her out…I can’t…I…uuuuuhh…ahhhhhhhhhh…Sammmmmmmmm.”
“Push Dean, come on, just a few more to go and we can finally see our little girl, come on Dean a bit more, keep going, yeah that’s it.” Sam stoked his hand down his brother's sweat streaked face, then glanced over at the Doctor standing by their side for reassurance. A nod from the Doctor renewed Sam's resolve and he turned back to his brother to help him through the homeward stretch.
After another long 45 minutes the baby's hair covered head could just be glimpsed at Dean's entrance at the end of each push. Sam mopped Dean's brow with a wet cloth, trying to soothe both his straining Brother's and his own anxiety as the amount of time it was taking for their baby to be born dragged on. Sam watched in awe as excruciatingly slowly her head began to emerge further from his body so that the skin around his entrance started to stretch around her emerging head. The smile on their Doctor's face renewed Sam's confidence and he leaned into his Brother's face to brush a quick kiss over his dusky lips.
“Take a breath Dean,…okay come on time to push again, come on I can see her, she’s almost here, you can do it baby, come on just a couple more big pushes.” Sam smiled over at the Doctor who had moved down between Dean's gaping legs. Sam renewed his grip on his Brother's hand as he saw him take in another deep breath as the next contraction crested.
As Dean bore down with the push his face screwed up with the effort and also took on a purple hue by the end. With each straining push the baby emerged to begin to crown only to slip back in when Dean slumped back between contractions. Sam looked over to the Doctor who was now crouched down between Dean's legs and was pushing down around the edges of his stretching hole with each push, cupping the crown of the baby's head. Sam's heart ached as Dean cried out in pain again as his stomach contracted down hard.
“Dean, I need you to change position for me. I think one of her shoulders may be caught on your pelvis and that's why she's stopped moving down.” Doc Regan looked over to Sam when it was clear that Dean wasn't hearing what the Doctor was saying.
“Sam, the baby's shoulder is stuck behind his pelvic bone, that's why she keeps slipping back when he stops pushing. I need him to be up on all fours so that I can slip the shoulder free. His pelvis isn't open enough when he's laying on his back. Can you help him up?” Doc Regan's face was severe and his voice abrupt which ratcheted Sam's anxiety back through the roof.
Sam swallowed hard and tears moistened his eyes. Pulling up his reserves of strength Sam cleared his throat and nodded his assent as he turned back to Dean just as he was collapsing back onto the bed as the contraction loosened it's grip of him.
“Dean...baby..c'mon, let me help you up. Doc needs you to hop up on your hands and knees so that he can get her shoulder free.” Sam could see if she didn’t come now, then his brother wasn’t going to be able to give them much more. Sam gently helped Dean roll to his side and then used all his own strength to pull Dean up onto his elbows and knees. It was clear in the first few seconds that Dean wasn't in a state to be able to hold himself up in that position, so Sam turned to face the Doctor and gripped onto Dean's hips, holding him upright as Dean curled in on himself as the next contraction took over.
“Hang in there baby, you're nearly there now.” Sam's voice thickened as tears threatened to spill onto his cheeks.
“Saaaaammmmmmmmmm, aaaahhhhhh, please, I can't. No more.” Dean's broken cry broke Sam's heart and the tears slipped past his barriers and cascaded down his cheeks.
“Dean, it's ok, you're doing very well. I just need to help this little girl through the last little bit. Now when I tell you to I want you to push as hard as you possibly can, ok?” Doctor Regan looked straight into Sam's eyes as he instructed Dean, checking that Sam was clear that he had the situation under control.
“O...ok Doc.” Dean's broken and raw voice tugged at Sam's heart, causing fresh tears to slip down his face.
“I'm here Dean. I've got you. You just put everything into getting her out,. One really big push and I'll take care of holding you up, ok?” Sam's right thumb rubbed soothing circles into Dean's hip as he valiantly tried not to let his tears drip down onto his Brother's bare back.
“Ok, uh, god, here it comes, Saaaaaaammmmmmmm.” Dean's voice broke again as the contraction curled him up in on himself.
“That's it Dean, push, push, push, push, push,” Doc Regan's voice took on a command like bark as he pushed his fingers in along side the baby's head.
Dean's screams echoed around the room as he struggled through the contraction. All the while Sam battled to keep his Brother and himself steady. Sam's breath rushed out in a huge sigh of relief as simultaneously Doc Regan nodded and smiled with success and Dean’s anguished cry hiccuped into a sob of relief as the baby's shoulder slipped past his pelvic bone and her head slipped free fully in one go.
“That’s it Dean, you’re nearly there baby, just another big one to get her shoulders out and it will all be over, come on Dean, one more, you can do it.” Sam coached as he smiled happily at the now relaxed Doctor.
“Bastard…you said…one more…last one…you’re only…getting one…more…then that’s…it…I…quit.” Dean panted heavily.
Sam smiled at his waning brother, “Somehow, I don’t think that’s how it works Dean! You’re body’s gonna keep this up until she all the way out, no slacking off now.”
“Slacking off…why you…argh…uuuuuhhhhhhmmmm…Sammmmy…it…hurts…uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.”
“I know baby, come on one more push for me, let’s get this done and then you can tell her off for all the trouble she’s given you ok.
“Huuuummmmm…ooooouuuuuuuuuutttttt, get ooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttt, aaaaahhhhhh….huh, Sammy…Sammy, I did it…she’s here.” Dean rolled over to his side as Sam gently lowered his hips back to the bed.
A huge grin spread across Dean's face as he gazed over at the the squirming bright red infant held securely in Doc Regan's arms.
“Yeah, bro you did it. Oh Dean, look, she’s so beautiful.” Sam lay down behind his heaving back as Doc Regan gently place the little girl into Dean's outstretched arms.
“Well done Dean. It was a long hard road, but you got both of you safely there in the end.” Doc Regan, smiled down at them.
“Thanks Doc, couldn't have done it without ya.” Dean's voice was gravelly and raw.
Sam reached over his Brother to stroke his hand down his squalling daughter's face and then gently pulled them both over into his arms so that their beautiful new daughter was nestled between their chest. Sam gazed into his exhausted Brother's eyes and then leant forward and capture his lips in a soft kiss.
“Thank you for making me the happiest man alive.” Sam blink away the tears welling in his eyes.
“Aww, Sammy, at least now your not the only girl in the family.”
Sam could only laugh and then lean in to kiss him once more.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Pregnant!Dean, rimming/anilingus, very graphic and difficult birth, religious icons.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Summary: Dean is shocked to find himself pregnant to Sam and struggles to find the balance between impending fatherhood and hunter until an tragic accident decides for him. It will be up to Sam to get his brother and unborn child through their ordeal safely.
A/N: This was a secret santa gift for toyatezuka for 2008's round. It didn't get done until 2009's round, but better late than never I suppose. Dean/Jensen mpreg. The birth is a must have. I would prefer it to be long, painful if possible. Lots of angst but please no disloyal, cheating or dishonest between the couple. Complicated & tough pregnancy with a really sick Dean or Jensen. I'm totally love a heart problem Dean or Jensen like those in faith. Would love that! if you're interested.
Conception
“Come on baby, I want to feel you.” Dean arched up rubbing his sweat slick body against Sam’s hard muscular abs.
“Come on, don’t make me beg.”
Sam chuckled before leaning in to nip at a peaked nipple, eliciting a hiss from the squirming body beneath him. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take good care of you. Just you lay back and enjoy; this one’s on me.”
“Ooooh, Sammy, you know I love it when you take charge.”
Sam smirked before pinning Dean’s hands to the bed above his head, and then leaned in slowly to suckle gently at the pulse point on the glistening neck.
Slowly he wound his way across his chest, paying particular attention to the red ridged nipples. Sam smiled as a low deep moan escaped from Dean. Encouraged by the eager sounds, he plunged down lavishing his attention on Dean’s chiselled abs, taking great care to lighten his touch to a feathery breath and gentle kisses as he wound down the treasure trail. Dean’s low moan turned to a keening whine as Sam blew his heated breath over Dean’s bobbing cock. He gave the tip a teasing swipe as he moved down to mouth at his balls, gently taking each one in turn into his warm wet mouth. Slowly he swirled his tongue around their form before dropping them, to move eagerly to his intended target. A gentle kiss and nip of teeth to each inner thigh had Dean’s legs spread as wide as they would go, which gave Sam clear access to the puckered clenching hole he so desired.
A heated cry echoed around the room as Sam pushed his tongue deep into the musky hole. Sam took his time to loosen the ridged muscle. He groped his hand around the bed until he came upon the greasy lube lying on the bed. He made quick work of greasing up his fingers, all the while making overt moans of pleasure at the slick sounds his fingers were making.
“Damn, Sammy, you missed you’re calling. You could’ve made a mint as a porn star. You’re gonna get me there with your noises.” Dean squirmed on the bed, reaching his hand down towards his angry red bobbing cock.
A harsh slap sounded sharp in the room. “No touching my play things. I don’t like to share my toys. You of all people should know that Dean.”
Dean’s body visibly shivered. “Uhhhh, god I hate you!”
Sam laughed. “You’re all mine now baby, all mine.”
A low growl emanated from Dean. “Show me!”
“My pleasure!”
2 months
Sam slowly blinked his eyes open, not quite sure what had woken him. Suddenly loud gagging and heaving sounds came through from the closed bathroom door.
“Dean…hey, are you ok?”
A loud groan followed by spitting gave Sam his answer. “I’ll get you the Pepto Bismol”. His only answer was the distinct sound of more stomach contents empting themselves into the toilet.
2 ½ months
“Dude enough is enough. You’ve been sick like this for weeks. There has got to be something more wrong than just a stomach bug. I mean come on, yesterday you took a header into the carpet after standing up too fast from your bed. This could be really serious Dean.” Sam looked down at his hands before looking up at his brother, his eyes almost liquid. “You’re starting to scare me man. I’m really worried about you.”
“Oh come on Sam, don’t use the puppy power stare eyes on me. That’s totally not fair!” Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, I told you, I’m fine, just a tummy bug. You’ll see, I’ll be better in no time.”
“Dean, you said that last week and the week before. I really think you should get checked out. I mean given the shit we deal with, who the hell knows what you might have picked up.”
“What’s the point, if I have picked something up from the shit we deal with, it’s not like a doctor’s going to be able to do anything about it.” Dean sighed as he slapped his hands down against his thighs.
“Yeah I know; that’s why I’ve asked Bobby to find us one that will know what we’re dealing with. He said we should get our asses down his way ASAP. He said he’s got someone lined up for Monday.”
“Dammit Sam, I don’t want to go see no witch doctor. They freak me the hell out!”
Sam smiled, “its fine Dean, Bobby says he’s known this guy for years and that he used to be a hunter before he stopped to finish Med School in his 40’s. He says he would trust him with his life. Actually he said he has on quite a few occasions.”
Sam’s smile turned to a smirk as he heard his brother cursing him under his breath,
“Fine, if it means that much to the both of you, I’ll get checked out by this quack, but don’t blame me when it turns out to be nothing ok.”
3 months
“So, do you consider being knocked up nothing, or do you concede that I was right to push you to come?
Dean? Hey…Dean...shit…Bobby!” Sam dropped to his knees beside his suddenly horizontal brother.
“What’s all the commotion…bloody hell…Doc!” Bobby yelled over his shoulder from the doorway as he race in to see what all the commotion was.
“Imnotgirl” Dean mumbled as his head rocked from side to side on a loose neck.
“What? Hey! Dean! You with us?” Sam gently hefted Dean up into his arms and rest his head on his shoulder as he ducked in behind his limp body.
“notagirl.” Came out as an exhale as Dean relaxed back into Sam.
“Hey, come on man, you’re scaring me here.” Sam patted his face while pulling him further into his chest.
“I sashid I’m nnooot a gul.” Dean mumbled out as his eyelids battled with gravity to stay open for more than a fraction of a second.
“What? You’re not a gull? I don’t understand.” Sam stroked his hand down Dean's clammy skin, wiping away the cold sweat that had broken out across his brow.
“Here put this under his nose.”
Sam grabbed the proffered glass bottle from the hunched little man that Bobby assured them was the ‘best damn supernatural Doctor around’. Sam held in under Dean’s nose for a second before he and Dean both toppled over backwards from the sharp blow Sam received to his jaw as Dean reacted violently to the strong smelling salts.
“Ow, Dean, take it easy.” Sam rubbed at his aching jaw and then the crown of his brother head.
“Uhhh, god, I think, uhhh, Sam, I, I’m, I’m gonna…” Dean weakly pushed at Sam's restraining hands.
Before Sam could react to Dean obvious distress and scramble clear, Dean had heaved his lunch all over his and Sam’s boots.
“Ahhhh, man, that’s just gross.” Sam's face scrunched up in distaste at the sharp acidic odour rising from his sticky boots and legs.
“I’m sorry Sammy, I tried, I…”
“No, it’s ok Dean, it’s been a rough morning for you. It will wash out…eventually.”
“Awww, Sam, what the hell are we going to do now? This is just freakin’ ridiculous. I can’t be knocked up, I mean, one, I’m a man, two, I don’t know what the hell two is, but this is just fucked up.”
Sam chuckled, “yeah, but Dean, when are our lives not fucked up? In the scheme of our lives this is only just outside the range of normal!”
Dean looked up into Sam’s eyes and both men started to laugh uproariously.
“Yeah, I suppose, compared to coming back from Hell and being on a mission from God to stop the apocalypse, this will just be a walk in the park!”
Both boys missed the incredulous stares they received from the two men in the door way as they both gave into their laughter completely.
4 months
“Dean you can’t be serious.” Sam growled as he jumped up from his chair stand in front of his pacing Brother.
“Deadly!” Dean yelled in his face as he ducked around his shoulder to grab the pre made salt cartridges for the shotgun.
“Yeah, that’s totally my point Dean. You could get yourself killed, or at the very least harm our child.” Sam grabbed at his shoulder to pull around again to face him.
“Oh come on, don’t pull that one on me. You know damn well I wouldn’t do this if I thought it could jeopardise the baby.” Dean refused to meet Sam eyes and pushed his hand away as he stalked off towards their bedroom.
“No Dean, I don’t know that. You are being reckless and stupid. You can’t keep putting yourself at risk like this. You’ve got more ridding on this than just you now.” Sam raised his voice to reach Dean who was now in the bedroom stuffing random clothes into his and Sam duffles.
“You don’t think I don’t know that, or think about that?” Dean said as he came back into the doorway of their bedroom.
“Of course I do, I think about it every minute of every god damn day Sam! I know that I won’t get a second chance at this, that what I have been given is more important than my own life, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop living. I could just as easily get run over by a bus tomorrow as likely as getting hurt on a simple salt and burn. Sam, we could do this one in our sleep. I promise you, I would never do anything that I thought would risk our baby’s life, ok? You need to trust me.” Dean meet Sam’s eyes at last as he finished, pleading with him with his softened eyes.
Sam walked over in front of his brother and leaned into Dean with his hands braced on either side of his slightly swollen belly. “But why risk it at all, I mean why don’t we tell Bobby. I’m sure he could find someone to take care of it and I’m sure he would be more than happy to if he knew it meant you wouldn’t be putting yourself in harms way.”
Dean pushed himself away from his brother, breaking their contact, “Dammit Sam, no! I’m doing this, with or without your help. It’s your call if you make me do this alone.”
Sam threw his hand up into the air and ran his right hand front to back through his hair. “Argh, fine, you stubborn jerk, but if something happens…?”
Dean turned once more to face him and locked eyes with him, “It will be fine, I promise you.”
In an abandoned warehouse 5 mile out of town
“DEAN!” Sam scrambled over the scatter debris that lay in his path to his brother who was laying sprawled across the floor where the jolt of electricity had thrown him.
“Oh my god, Dean, what have you done?”
Sam dropped to his knees beside Dean and reached out to brush back the hair from his brow.
Swiping at his cascading tears, Sam scoped his brother’s limp form into his arms and made a stumbling run to the Impala.
“Oh God, Dean, please, please, just hang on for me.” He said as he pulled him closer to his chest.
Sam scrambled frantically for the door handle of the Impala as he struggled to maintain a hold on Dean’s dead weight.
“Come, on, come on, open dammit. Ahh, shit, hang on Dean, I’ve got you.” More tears slipped down his face as he looked down into his brother’s slack pale grey face.
“Please, be ok, please. You gotta be ok, you hear me you son of bitch, you got to hang on for me.”
After gently depositing Dean into the rear of the Impala and taking a brief second to stroke his hand down Dean’s slack features and rub a soothing palm of the small swell of his belly, Sam raced round to the driver’s seat. He dived across it to grab his phone, madly scrolling through his contacts til he came to Bobby.
His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for the phone to pick up.
“Come on, come on, come on, com…BOBBY!” Sam blasted into the phone as he heard the other end finally connect
“Sam, is that you? What’s wrong boy?” Bobby’s anxiety at Sam’s obvious distress evident in his voice.
“It’s Dean. Bobby, he’s been electrocuted!”
At the Doctor’s home Clinic
“Sam, I hate to be the bearer of bad news son, but I really can’t tell you if he will be ok or not. Only time will tell with this one. There is definitely some damage to the heart, but not fatal. As for the extent, well, I’m hopeful that the muscle hasn’t completely atrophied and that there will be some room from improvement in his condition once the babe is birthed.”
“But, what about the baby, I mean surely it was affected too?”
“Electrocution in pregnancy is a tricky thing. It really depends where the current travelled. In this case luckier for the baby the current seems to have travelled from one palm to the other, crossing the heart in the process. He is just very luck that you were able to cut the current so quickly. It only had a small amount of time to cause damage. Though as you can see, it was more than enough.”
“But…ah…sorry.” Sam wiped at his tears, ducking his head to his sleeve in an attempt to stem the flow.
“It’s alright lad, you’ve had quite a bit to take in. No reason to be ashamed. Now, even though I said that things are looking good for your baby that is not to say that there isn’t still a high risk that the pregnancy will abort. It is not uncommon for events like these to cause spontaneous abortion, days and sometimes weeks after the event. As I said most of it depends on where the current travelled and what damage it did to the foetus. I’m sorry lad; I really am; I just don’t want to give you false hope. I am hopeful, but I can’t be sure for sometime yet. When I did the ultrasound, the baby appeared to have good movements and her heartbeat was in the normal range, all of which is a good…”
“Excuse me, did you say her?” Sam’s head shot up to stare at the doctor.
“What, oh, yes, the baby is a girl.” The doctor clapped his hand down onto Sam’s shoulder as he gave him the news.
“A girl, a little baby girl. I, I, ahh, can I go see him now?” Sam sniffed and wiped at his treacherous eyes.
“Oh, yes, of course. Here, follow me.”
All of his breath left him as he gazed on the prone figure huddled on the bed. Dean looked small and fragile bundled up amongst the blankets covering him. Dean’s skin was ghost pale against the dark grey sheets covering the old hospital issue bed. Leads snaked out from the top of the covering sheets, leading off to a silent monitor that showed irregular peaks and ridges scrolling across the screen.
Sam’s tears welled up once more and his throat clamped down so that he felt like he couldn’t breathe. A hard calloused palm gripped at the back of his neck and pulled him into the plaid covered shoulder that gave off the comforting familiar scent of old parchment, grease and sweat. Unable to contain his fear and anxiety any longer, Sam break down and sobbed into the offered shoulder.
“What am I supposed to do Bobby? I can’t do it without him again, I just can’t.” Sam sobbed even harder as he felt his oldest friend encircle him into a firm embrace.
“We just have to hang in there kiddo and hope for the best. That brother of yours is a fighter, always has been. He ain’t gonna let a little thing like electricity get in the road of his family and happiness. You have faith him and he won’t let you down.” Bobby’s gruff voice hitched at low points giving away his own distress at his surrogate son’s current condition.
Sam pulled back and wiped at his streaming face and swallowed down the fear that was threatening to choke him.
“Ok. If he’s going to fight it, then I’m gonna be there all the way through for him.” Bobby swallowed hard and nodded his agreement.
A small smile pulled at Sam’s lips, “Hey Bobby, did Doc tell you? We’re having a girl. Dean’s gonna have his little princess.”
Bobby slyly wiped at the few stray tears that were snaking down into his beard before chuckling out loud at Sam’s words.
“Ha, that boy's is so going to be wrapped around her little finger the minute she's born.”
Sam smile sadly over his shoulder at his silent Brother. “Yeah, I can just see all the mischief those two are going to get themselves into already.”
Bobby gently placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezed. “You three have a long road ahead of you, but if any family can get through this, then it’s yours.”
“Thanks Bobby.” Sam smiled at him and took a deep breath as the enormity of their predicament overwhelmed him once more. Swallowing hard to rain in his tears, Sam turned to his good friend as his face twisted with grief and pain. “Thanks for always being there when we need you. I…ah…I’m just gonna sit with him for a while if that’s ok.”
Bobby ducked his head in acknowledgement and with a voice raw with tears, “Sure, boy, of course, I”ll…ah…I’ll just be out here with the Doc if you need me.”
Sam smiled at him through fresh tears as Bobby turned and left him alone with his silent and deathly still Brother. Sam slumped down into the padded chair beside the bed and clasp the pale limp hand that lay before him into his own.
“Dean...please...” Sam's control broke once more as he look down at his brothers slow rising chest and distended stomach and sobs wracked his frame as he leant down and rested his cheek again the swell of belly that keep his little girl safe and sound.
It wasn't long before sleep claimed him and it was only and hour later that Bobby crept in and lay a blanket over his shoulders before turning off the over head light and leaving the two brothers to their slumber.
5 months
It was weeks before Dean was able to stay awake for longer than a half hour at a time, but slowly but surely he seemed to be improving. Dean was frustrated beyond belief and everyone around him was having to live through his frustration with him, but given the alternative, everyone was more than willing to put up with a bitchy Dean.
Doc Regan had invited Sam to come and stay with him in his unit above his clinic while Dean was recovering and given that Sam had not left Dean's side for more than a toilet break since it happened, Sam had been more than happy to accept the kind offer. Dean was at a point now where he was often able to share the evening meal with Sam and Doc. Sometimes the flight of stairs was just too much for him to manage and on those nights Sam would have a picnic dinner with him in the clinic and then camp out in the cot made up in Dean's room especially for just such occasions. It seemed that with every two or three steps forward Dean would make, he would take a step or two back. Everyone was fearful of what the long term effects of the damage to his heart was going to be and while Dean was pregnant they couldn't risk taking him to see heart specialists. At this point they were down to supernatural means or prayer and given their current popularity with the Angel crowd, everyone was more inclined to believe in a supernatural cure first.
The only truly positive note in all of it was that it seem so far that little girl was doing very well. Doc Regan had been keeping an almost constant monitor of her heartbeat while Dean was still mainly bedridden and so far all signs pointed to her having come through the electrocution unscathed. A month on from the incident Doc Regan was quietly confident that the little girl that had already stolen the hearts of the tough and proud Winchester men was going to be just fine.
As per their new routine Sam came down first thing in the morning to help Dean get freshened up and ready for his day. As he turned and entered the private room annexed off the main clinic Sam's heart jumped into triple beat when he realised Dean wasn't on his bed.
“DEAN!” Sam ran into the room frantically looking around the floor for his Brother.
A sleep rumpled head of hair peeked around the corner of the ensuite bathroom.
“Hey Sammy, what's got your knickers in a twist?” Dean croaked as he leaned heavily on the door frame of the bathroom.
“WHAT THE HELL?! Dean, what are you trying to do, give me a freakin' heart attack.” Sam rushed over to his Dean's side and gripped his elbows for support.
Dean face contorted into a sad parody of a smile and laughed, “Hey, then we could be twins, lame and lamer.”
Dean's laugh cut off sharply and a grimace crossed his pale worn face as he shrugged off Sam's help.
“Stop it! Just stop grabbing at me all the time, McGrabby hands. I've got it.” Dean rubbed a slow circle over his small mound of a belly and slowly waddled his way back to his bed.
Sam sighed heavily and moved back to the side of Dean's bed and stood ready to help him if he faltered.
“Sam!” Dean growled as he inched his way back onto the bed, hissing in a sharp breath as he pulled his legs up onto the bed.
Sam jumped forward to help him only to be cut off.
“Stop fussing.” Dean glared at his brother and sighed heavily as he leaned back into the soft support of the raised bed.
“Dean, you can't push yourself too...” Sam leaned in and started to pull the blankets back up over him.
Dean literally growled as he pushed forward and knocked away Sam's helping hands.
“JUST STOP!” Dean gasped in heaving breathes after his shout as if all his energy had left him.
“Just stop,...please.” Dean's voice crackled even though it was barely above a whisper. When he looked up to meet Sam shocked gaze his eyes were suspiciously moist.
Dean bit down hard on his lower lip and his face crumpled as his made an obvious attempt to rein in his emotions.
“Sam, I'm...I'm sorry, ok. Just...can you not...dammit!” Dean voice hitched in his chest and tears began to slip down his face.
Sam sat down on the side of the bed facing him and leaned in to cradle his brother's hand in his palms.
“Dean, it's ok. I know your frustrated and angry and you don't like needing my help, but please, you've got to think about this little one too.” Sam reached down to caresses Dean distended abdomen and he lean in further and rest his forehead on Dean's.
“I know, I'm sorry. It's just...” Dean wiped at his face and closed his eyes as Sam felt him lean in further.
Sam gently pulled him into his arms and pressed his lips to Dean hair as he turned his head into Sam's shoulder.
“It's gonna be ok. I promise you, it will all be ok. I'm gonna make it ok.” Sam stroked his palm in circles over Dean's back
“Sam...”
Sam hugged his brother tighter as he felt him try to pull away from him.
“Don't worry about it Dean. It's gonna be ok, I promise you and her, I'm not going to lose either of you and that's final.”
“Sam, what are you gonna do?” Dean pushed himself away from him and gripped onto his chin.
Sam smiled down into his brother's anxious face.
“Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and everything will be back to normal soon.”
“Sam, please, don't..”
“Shhhh, it's ok, I promise. Everyone will be fine, including me, so don't worry yourself about it. It's really no good for you or the baby. So just let me take care of this and you for a change, ok?” Sam stroked his thumb under Dean leaking eyes smiled reassuringly at him before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.
Dean broke the kiss first panting heavily as he leaned once more on Sam's forehead. “You promise you won't do anything stupid?” Dean looked into his eyes beseechingly.
Sam smiled warmly at him and stroked soothing circles into Dean's belly. “I promise I won't to anything to put my family in jeopardy. Do you believe me?”
Dean groaned and leaned into kiss him, his tongue probing until Sam gave him free access. Sam moaned his pleasure at the fire the kiss was awakening in his groin.
“Huuuuhhh, Dean, stop. You know what Doc said, not yet, you're not ready yet.” Sam reluctantly pushed him away and licked slowly at his still tingling lips. Sam chuckled to himself as he looked up to see a goofy blizted out smile spread across Dean face as he palmed at his obvious bulge under his belly.
“Maybe my hearts' not quite up to it, but something else is definitely up to it!” A low groan came from Dean as he lay back and rubbed vigorously at his tented pants.
Sam laughed out loud and smacked at Dean's pumping hand.
“Stop it, before I can't help but do something that we'll both end up regretting.” Sam groaned as he stood up from the bed.
“Come on, let's get you mind occupied with other things and rustle you up some breakfast.”
Dean groaned and then glared at him. “Fine, but don't blame me when I die from semen poisoning.”
Sam laughed out loud and leant in once more to plant a chaste kiss on his Brother's cheek. “Don't worry, I've made sure that you aren't the only one who misses out. I'm waiting until we can help each other out so you might not be the only one that dies from that particular poisoning.”
Dean chuckled with a smirk on his face. “Aww, Sammy you really do love me.”
“Of course I do you big lug, now shut up and let me go up and get you some breakfast. No misbehaving while I'm gone.” Sam's brow furrowed as he glared at his Brother.
Dean flapped his hands up from where they were resting on his thighs. “Alright already, no touchy, I get it. Get and go fetch my breakfast, bitch.”
Sam just shook his head as he left the room and chuckled to himself as he made his way back up the stair to the Doc's well stocked kitchen. How Dean was every going to survive not being able to get his rocks off for a few more months Sam was never going to know!
6 months
Sam had spent every second he possibly could researching Bobby's dusty tombs for a cure to Dean's predicament. Bobby had been a great help too, but nothing that they found was helpful or possible without delving to really dark stuff and given the year they had been through Dean and Sam weren't ready to travel done that road again. The obvious answer was a crossroads demon, but Dean wasn't having a bar of it and really if Sam was honest with himself he would never want to put Dean in the situation that he himself had been in when Dean's deal came due. There had to be another way. Sam started to look further into the Angel's side of the fence and it was then that an idea started to form.
With a young child of their own, there was absolutely no way on this earth that either Sam or Dean would say yes to Lucifer or Michael. Even if Lucifer offered to heal Dean in exchange, the ensuing war that would ravage the earth was not a place that Sam would wish his child to live in. Not that the apocalypse was a bed of roses, but it was a damn sight better than the future that Dean had been taken to see. No nothing that they could offer would make either of them say yes now, so in some ways that gave Sam an advantage. There was one Angel who may be swayed to come back into the game to clean up the family's mess if he realised that there truly was no other way it could go now.
Sam needed to make a call to one tricky Archangel.
~~~~~
Surprisingly it didn't take Sam long to find Gabriel in the end. He suspected that Gabriel wanted to be found.
Sam crept up the side of the suburban house. He was a little surprised to find the Archangel with a twisted sense of humor here. Though he suspected that it was Gabriel's need to see families in action that lead him to settle in this location. Sam knew first hand that even families that looked functional and happy on the outside often harboured deep resentment and hurt behind closed door. A nice house in the suburbs wasn't what made a family work.
Sam brought himself back to the present as he moved up the porch to the back door of the house. As he picked the lock he felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of his neck almost as if someone was behind him. Too late he turn to see the arm of a dark figure come down to collide with his head in a blinding spike of white stars which were quickly engulfed by all consuming black.
Sam woke minutes later to tied hands and feet. Surrounding him was the most apple pie family room décor that Sam had ever seen. Cutesy knick-knacks covered every available surface and happy snaps covered every wall. Sam turned his head sharply and swallowed down the resulting nausea as he heard movement in the adjoining kitchen.
“Well, well, well, what brings the illustrious Sam Winchester to my humble abode? Business or Pleasure?” A cruel smirk slowly spread across the Archangel's face.
“You know why I'm here.” Sam accused with a sneer as he tried to get free from his bonds.
“Yes, I do, but it still doesn't really explain why you bothered to come all this way. Surely you had to know that I was just going to laugh in your face? Why on earth would I want to help you or your Brother?” Gabriel raised his eyebrows in question.
“I don't pretend to think that you do, but I know that you want an end to this stalemate between your Brothers.” Sam winced as the ropes chafed welts into his wrists as he vainly tried to free himself.
“True, but what's that got to do with you and Mummy chuckle head?” He nodded at Sam, casually pushing Sam back into the wall with an unseen force.
Sam groaned and gritted through clenched teeth, “Someone had to give Dean the ability to get pregnant in the first place. Who would be powerful enough to do that? You, one of the other Archangels? But what would it have gained them?” Sam smirked as a puzzled frown clouded the Archangel's face.
“Nothing, but a reason for Dean and I not to say yes, which goes completely against what they want. No I think it was someone else even more powerful than you or your Brothers...”
Gabriel moved in closer, crouching down in front of Sam to stare into his eyes, “But there isn't anyone else...oh...well...I never really thought it through to that conclusion before.” Gabriel blinked and pursed his lips in thought as he stood back up to pace in front of Sam.
“Not that I think your right as I'm pretty sure Daddy dearest has left the building, so to speak. Why else would he let his errant son get away with running off and not playing by the family rules?” Gabriel taunted as he spun back around to pin Sam with a heated stare.
“Because, I believed that in the end you would make the right choice and pick your family over your own selfish needs.”
A blinding light slowly faded from the doorway of the kitchen to reveal a man of medium height and nondescript brown hair leaning on the door frame with his hands clasp behind his back.
“Father!” Gabriel spun to face the new figure a warring look of shock and devotion marking his features.
“Gabriel. I'm very disappointed in you. I always thought out of all my celestial children you were the one with the most sensible outlook on things. Clearly I was in error.” The man who it appeared was housing the holy host of heaven spoke with a soft lilting voice that sent both shivers of fear and exultation down Sam's spine.
“Father, I...” Gabriel's voice broke as he took a few faltering steps towards his Father.
“It's alright, I forgive you and on some levels I understand. It's never easy to stand back and watch your family squabble over, in the end, meaningless things. Your Brother understands that too well Samuel Winchester.” The man held up his hand to Gabriel and sent a searching look over at Sam. His heavy gaze pinned him back to the wall, with no need for any indirect force to hold him there.
“Yes, uh, Sir, that he does.” Sam bowed his head to his chest as guilt washed over him at the man's words.
“I listened you know, when you prayed to me.”
Sam's head shot up with the words.
“I couldn't directly help you, but I did listen so I know in your heart you are a good person Samuel. Misguided and arrogant, but good.”
Sam swallowed heavily as the man smiled warmly at him.
“It's for that reason that I was willing to overlook some of the natural laws that you and your Brother procreating violated.” He looked down at his feet as he said it and looked up with a smirk curling his lips as he continued.
Sam blushed to his roots at the implied acts being discuss by the Father of man.
“In other lives, you weren't related or even of the same sex, so I can over look the violations in this life for the outcome it will have for the world.” Once again the warm smile washed over Sam as he look around frantically at anything but the humble man standing in front of him.
“But Father, surely you aren't condoning their union and the abomon...” Gabriel face screwed up in distaste as he looked between the two men.
“Careful Gabriel, that's one of my creations you are about to insult. I would think that thought through before you say any more.” The piercing glare that passed between Father and Son stopped any further protest before it could begin.
“Yes Father. I just don't understand.” Gabriel bowed his head in submission as the other man walked forward and place his hand on his shoulder.
“It is simple my child. Sam and Dean were destined to be the vessels for my Angel children, one the misguided and arrogant child. The other the steadfast and loyal child always ready to defend the family's position and honour. The only flaw in this plan is that these wonderful creations of mine have free will. The ability to choose their own path and ultimately circumvent the destruction of this beautiful world.” The man paused in his speech and gestured toward Sam.
“You see, Samuel here is the perfect vessel, he followed his destiny perfectly.”
Sam went to open his mouth in protest and the man turned his palm up to stop him.
“It's not meant to be an insult to you Samuel, it is a very rare man that can change what has been destined for him.” The man dropped his hand from Gabriel's shoulder and walked over to him and crouched before him.
“Your Brother is one such man. Flawed and imperfect in many ways, he appears on the surface a shallow and conceited man, but really that is just the front that he presents to the unfriendly world.”
With a small gesture of his hand Sam felt the bonds that were securing him drop away. He slowly stretched his aching hands and arms as the man continued.
“You have seen the real man that your Brother hides behind the mask of indifference and humour.” He said as he stood and turned back towards Gabriel.
“So have you my son and you know that you must help him to fulfil his role and in so doing allow you to face up to what you must do for your own.”
Confusion warred with stubbornness as he looked back towards his Father, “But Father, what role could I possibly play in all of this madness?”
A gentle hand was was raised to rest on Gabriel's cheek.
“You must play the role of reason and show your Brothers that this senseless war upon one another is for nought. You must stand up to your family and show them what they are doing to each other in their own selfish crusades for what they believe is right is slowly killing each of them.” A soft sigh left the man as he dropped his hand back to his side.
“But Father, there is no way that Lucifer will stop his insane pursuit for what he believes to be his right.”
“I know my son, all I need you to do is reason with your other Brother's and get them to once again believe in me and the sacrosanct position that I placed them in to watch over my creations. I will deal with Lucifer. As much as it saddens me, I fear that time has twisted his soul too far for redemption to be an option available to us now.” The man squeezed Gabriel's shoulder and they both bowed their heads with the heavy declaration.
“Father, I don't know if I can measure up to this heavy burden that you have placed on me.” Gabriel shook his head as he looked up into his Father's eyes.
“Son, that is the purpose of a perceived burden, to stretch us and shape us into who we need to be. Isn't that right young Mr Winchester?”
Sam shot his head up at the question and with a grim set of his jaw held the man's powerful gaze.
“Yes, Sir, it is.”
The man turned his gaze back to Gabriel, “Your task is set my son. Go forth and make me proud of my celestial family.”
“I will try Father.” Gabriel visibly straightened as he nodded his agreement.
“That is all that I can ask.”
Sam had to shield his eyes as the man vanished in a flash of blinding white light
Gabriel spun to face Sam once more, “well that's not something you see everyday now is it bucko? Hold on tight little buddy and I'll have you back with your budding family in no time.”
Sam pushed himself up against the wall and steeled himself for whatever Gabriel had planned.
“Now, you boys are getting one hell of a second chance so you damn well better do the right thing. My Dad believes in you two chuckle heads so that has to count for something. Don't go making all my hard work for nothing. My bros didn't get their fearsome reps for nothin'.”
Sam smile his first genuine smile for a while.
“We'll use it wisely I promise.”
Gabriel nodded and then held his fingers out ready to clink them, “Hey, now, you know that Gabriel makes a nice girls name these days. Just saying.”
Before Sam got to say a word he heard a click of fingers and suddenly he was back at the clinic in Dean's room.
“Holy Shit, Sam, you scared the crap out of me man, what the hell?” Dean panted as he wiped his palm down his face.
“How do you feel Dean?” Sam grabbed his shoulders as he sat on his bed next to him and stared intently into his eyes.
“What? Umm, well, now you mention it, pretty bloody good actually. The best I've felt in months.” Dean pushed Sam's hands down and scrambled back up the bed.
“What did you do? What did you do Sam?” Dean's face was pinched with fear.
Sam lean in and pulled Dean back toward him, “hey, hey, it's ok. You're never gonna believe me, but seriously, it ok. No bad mojo or anything. I just...I just went to Gabriel to ask for help.”
“YOU DID WHAT! Sam are you nuts?” Dean exploded of the bed, swatting at trailing leads as he went.
“Dean, Dean, honestly it's ok. He's fixed you and all we have to do it not say yes.” Sam smiled up into Dean's disbelieving eyes.
“What? That's it? But, I thought he wanted us to say yes, so it could all be over?” Dean sank back down onto his bed that had been his prison for the last 2 months.
“Yeah, he did, but his Dad set him straight and made him promise to stand up to his family.” Sam beamed at his revelation.
“Huh, his Dad...do you mean...?” Dean's mouth hung open as he waited for confirmation to his guess.
“Yeah, umm...I kind of meet God today and he was pretty nice and understanding.” Sam blushed and looked down at his hands.
“Understanding? Oh, oh...OH, no shit! So he's all like kosher with the incest and stuff.”
“Well, kosher's probably not the word for it, but yeah, he understands and is willing to...umm, look the other way on this one so to speak.” Sam shrugged and smiled at his Brothers dazed expression.
“Huh, well there you go, so...uh...so does that mean...?” Dean's voice faltered as he dropped his hands to cup and then rub soft circles over his distended belly.
“Yeah, Dean, she's safe and will be just fine.” Sam smiled once more at the hopeful look that Dean directed at him.
“Oh and we have a suggestion for a name.”
“Oh yeah, what's that?” Dean's face creased in puzzlement.
“Gabriel!” Sam grinned as his Brother's face broke into a soft smile.
“Gabriel, yeah, I kind of like that. We could call her Gabby for short.”
Sam leaned forward and embraced his Brother.
“Yeah, I like it to. Gabby it is.”
7 to 9 months
Life returned to normal for the Winchesters, well as normal as life could be with the impending arrival of their daughter.
Dean had gotten bigger and more irritable as the months progressed. Though every time that Dean bemoaned his condition too much Sam reminded him of just how luck they really were. Dean would continue to grumble but never about actually being pregnant, more about what it did to him!
Sam and Dean moved in with Bobby as a way to help him out and give Dean a stable base that wasn't likely to draw too much attention to him. It also meant that on the good days when he was feeling up to it he could play around with the wrecks and keep himself out of trouble.
The other thing that was able to return to normal was their sex life. Dean was insatiable initially, but as his girth increase his libido slowly dropped. In the last few weeks he was less inclined to want to be touched by any one let alone let Sam come near him with his baby making pole. Sam took it good naturedly and was just happy that Dean and his little girl were ok. He was still very apprehensive about the impending birth and he was sure that some of the irritability that Dean had been showing everyone in the last few weeks was mainly due to his fear about what was going to happen to him. Doc Regan had tried to alleviate his fears but given that Dean refused to admit that he even was fearful, it went on deaf ears. All Sam hoped was that everything went well and that both Dean and Gabby came out of it ok. Surely God won't give them this second chance only to take it away at the last minute.
Labor
The day started out like any other for Dean. The arduous task of getting out of bed and relieving himself was just as arduous as always, but today he had annoying muscle spasms running down his back and thighs to go with it.
Groaning at the flare of pain circling from his back to run down his inner thighs, Dean tried to arch his back as he braced it with his palms only to drop his hands to his thighs as the pain gripped him harder stealing his breath away. Slowly the pain ebbed away leaving him panting, sweaty and dizzy. Not wanting to wake Sam he slowly made his way out of their shared bedroom down the hallway to the living area, propping himself against the wall as the annoying spasms gripped his back and thighs as he went.
Another 3 hours passed with Dean, pacing around the living area and panting through each contraction. Just as Dean was getting anxious and beginning to think that he should let someone know what was happening, Bobby came down on his way to the kitchen for his morning brew.
“Hey Dean, what are you doing up so early, you piss the bed or something?” Bobby chuckled at his own humour as he continued on into the kitchen.
Totally ignoring Bobby’s comment Dean groaned as a particularly sharp contraction gripped his back and leeched down into his thighs, “Aaahhh, bloody hell, I hope this doesn’t take for ever, this labour gig sucks out loud.”
Suddenly Bobby’s head popped around the corner of the kitchen doorway, “did you say labour!?”
Dean straightened slowly and kneaded his knuckled fists into the tight muscles of his lower back as the pain receded, “yeah, it sucks, definitely don’t recommend it.”
Bobby flew into the room and paced a small frantic circle around Dean. “Shit, well, umm, I’ll go boil some water and get the towels ready.”
Dean stared at his long time friend in confusion, “What? What the hell will we need that for?”
Bobby stopped his pacing to stare at Dean with a dazed expression. “You know, I have no idea, but isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when someone is gonna birth a baby?”
Dean glared at Bobby and hissed out his reply through clenched teeth as he leaned down with his hands on his thighs as another pain gripped him. “I have no frickin' clue and I don’t really care, just stop freaking out and help me over to the damn couch.”
Delivery
“Please Sammy make it stop. Make it stop!”
Sam wiped the sweat and tears from Dean’s face, not sure if some of the tears he was wiping away were his own mingled with his straining brothers. Two days Dean had been labouring to birth their little girl. Doc Regan had assured them time and time again that she and Dean were doing ok, even though it was taking so long. Now that the end was in sight Sam really hoped he was right as there was no way that either of them could face it if something went wrong after all this.
Dean‘s hand clawed into his over shirt, pulling him down into his face. “Sammy…please…just cut her out…I can’t…I…uuuuuhh…ahhhhhhhhhh…Sammmmmmmmm.”
“Push Dean, come on, just a few more to go and we can finally see our little girl, come on Dean a bit more, keep going, yeah that’s it.” Sam stoked his hand down his brother's sweat streaked face, then glanced over at the Doctor standing by their side for reassurance. A nod from the Doctor renewed Sam's resolve and he turned back to his brother to help him through the homeward stretch.
After another long 45 minutes the baby's hair covered head could just be glimpsed at Dean's entrance at the end of each push. Sam mopped Dean's brow with a wet cloth, trying to soothe both his straining Brother's and his own anxiety as the amount of time it was taking for their baby to be born dragged on. Sam watched in awe as excruciatingly slowly her head began to emerge further from his body so that the skin around his entrance started to stretch around her emerging head. The smile on their Doctor's face renewed Sam's confidence and he leaned into his Brother's face to brush a quick kiss over his dusky lips.
“Take a breath Dean,…okay come on time to push again, come on I can see her, she’s almost here, you can do it baby, come on just a couple more big pushes.” Sam smiled over at the Doctor who had moved down between Dean's gaping legs. Sam renewed his grip on his Brother's hand as he saw him take in another deep breath as the next contraction crested.
As Dean bore down with the push his face screwed up with the effort and also took on a purple hue by the end. With each straining push the baby emerged to begin to crown only to slip back in when Dean slumped back between contractions. Sam looked over to the Doctor who was now crouched down between Dean's legs and was pushing down around the edges of his stretching hole with each push, cupping the crown of the baby's head. Sam's heart ached as Dean cried out in pain again as his stomach contracted down hard.
“Dean, I need you to change position for me. I think one of her shoulders may be caught on your pelvis and that's why she's stopped moving down.” Doc Regan looked over to Sam when it was clear that Dean wasn't hearing what the Doctor was saying.
“Sam, the baby's shoulder is stuck behind his pelvic bone, that's why she keeps slipping back when he stops pushing. I need him to be up on all fours so that I can slip the shoulder free. His pelvis isn't open enough when he's laying on his back. Can you help him up?” Doc Regan's face was severe and his voice abrupt which ratcheted Sam's anxiety back through the roof.
Sam swallowed hard and tears moistened his eyes. Pulling up his reserves of strength Sam cleared his throat and nodded his assent as he turned back to Dean just as he was collapsing back onto the bed as the contraction loosened it's grip of him.
“Dean...baby..c'mon, let me help you up. Doc needs you to hop up on your hands and knees so that he can get her shoulder free.” Sam could see if she didn’t come now, then his brother wasn’t going to be able to give them much more. Sam gently helped Dean roll to his side and then used all his own strength to pull Dean up onto his elbows and knees. It was clear in the first few seconds that Dean wasn't in a state to be able to hold himself up in that position, so Sam turned to face the Doctor and gripped onto Dean's hips, holding him upright as Dean curled in on himself as the next contraction took over.
“Hang in there baby, you're nearly there now.” Sam's voice thickened as tears threatened to spill onto his cheeks.
“Saaaaammmmmmmmmm, aaaahhhhhh, please, I can't. No more.” Dean's broken cry broke Sam's heart and the tears slipped past his barriers and cascaded down his cheeks.
“Dean, it's ok, you're doing very well. I just need to help this little girl through the last little bit. Now when I tell you to I want you to push as hard as you possibly can, ok?” Doctor Regan looked straight into Sam's eyes as he instructed Dean, checking that Sam was clear that he had the situation under control.
“O...ok Doc.” Dean's broken and raw voice tugged at Sam's heart, causing fresh tears to slip down his face.
“I'm here Dean. I've got you. You just put everything into getting her out,. One really big push and I'll take care of holding you up, ok?” Sam's right thumb rubbed soothing circles into Dean's hip as he valiantly tried not to let his tears drip down onto his Brother's bare back.
“Ok, uh, god, here it comes, Saaaaaaammmmmmmm.” Dean's voice broke again as the contraction curled him up in on himself.
“That's it Dean, push, push, push, push, push,” Doc Regan's voice took on a command like bark as he pushed his fingers in along side the baby's head.
Dean's screams echoed around the room as he struggled through the contraction. All the while Sam battled to keep his Brother and himself steady. Sam's breath rushed out in a huge sigh of relief as simultaneously Doc Regan nodded and smiled with success and Dean’s anguished cry hiccuped into a sob of relief as the baby's shoulder slipped past his pelvic bone and her head slipped free fully in one go.
“That’s it Dean, you’re nearly there baby, just another big one to get her shoulders out and it will all be over, come on Dean, one more, you can do it.” Sam coached as he smiled happily at the now relaxed Doctor.
“Bastard…you said…one more…last one…you’re only…getting one…more…then that’s…it…I…quit.” Dean panted heavily.
Sam smiled at his waning brother, “Somehow, I don’t think that’s how it works Dean! You’re body’s gonna keep this up until she all the way out, no slacking off now.”
“Slacking off…why you…argh…uuuuuhhhhhhmmmm…Sammmmy…it…hurts…uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.”
“I know baby, come on one more push for me, let’s get this done and then you can tell her off for all the trouble she’s given you ok.
“Huuuummmmm…ooooouuuuuuuuuutttttt, get ooooouuuuuuuuuuttttttt, aaaaahhhhhh….huh, Sammy…Sammy, I did it…she’s here.” Dean rolled over to his side as Sam gently lowered his hips back to the bed.
A huge grin spread across Dean's face as he gazed over at the the squirming bright red infant held securely in Doc Regan's arms.
“Yeah, bro you did it. Oh Dean, look, she’s so beautiful.” Sam lay down behind his heaving back as Doc Regan gently place the little girl into Dean's outstretched arms.
“Well done Dean. It was a long hard road, but you got both of you safely there in the end.” Doc Regan, smiled down at them.
“Thanks Doc, couldn't have done it without ya.” Dean's voice was gravelly and raw.
Sam reached over his Brother to stroke his hand down his squalling daughter's face and then gently pulled them both over into his arms so that their beautiful new daughter was nestled between their chest. Sam gazed into his exhausted Brother's eyes and then leant forward and capture his lips in a soft kiss.
“Thank you for making me the happiest man alive.” Sam blink away the tears welling in his eyes.
“Aww, Sammy, at least now your not the only girl in the family.”
Sam could only laugh and then lean in to kiss him once more.